Chapter 10: Siege of hell school (part 8)
As Riley grows nearer to the high school the wretched stench of the horde grows to a nauseating peak nearly driving Riley's stomach from him. The low groans and moans of the horde carry on the breeze towards Riley like a terrifying symphony promising an horrid death. Finally his goal was in view. Drawing an arrow Riley takes a deep breath to steady himself. Riley fires and drops a zombie. "1 dead fuck." He mumbles not bothering to be quiet since the goal was to have the horde follow him anyways. Another arrow flies into the back of a zombie's head. "2 dead fucks." Riley says a bit louder and with more conviction. He was after all the one who got things done he was the one that killed zombies. He kept reminding himself this was what he does, only difference was that there was a lot more this time. A third arrow finds its home in a skull and enters another zombie in front of its head probably from softer rotten bones Riley guesses. "4 dead fucks!" Riley yells. In tandem a great number of mutilated faces turn to Riley. "Shit." Riley says moving backwards slowly and raising the bow once more. Every fifth step Riley would pause and fire an arrow. He knew his abilities and wouldn't allow himself to waste his arrows; he wasn't a master archer like Rat after all. Very quickly Riley runs out of arrows and dashes down the block and over the first of their traps to the can of arrows. Riley crams as many arrows as he can into his duct tape quiver and grabs a handful more to hold in his bow hand. Launching arrows at the horde a block away he hit the zombies though 1 in 3 died and soon enough the can was empty and the horde was closing in on the first trap which meant Riley needed to move and soon.
Riley walks backwards slowly after a quick jog. The horde finally reaches the wire. BOOM! 18 homemade pipe bomb trip mines filled with nails and pins explode ripping through the horde destroying a good chunk of the zombies and the ones unkilled are maimed and mutilated crawling and dragging their husks across the asphalt. "Now we are talking." Riley says smiling like a rotten child about to do something they best not. Arrows fall like rain striking with forceful thuds and purpose. Riley's mind doesn't register the sheer danger or the vast group of zombies with only his direction to go. No, his mind only has time to process retreat, stop, aim, fire, repeat and how long before the restock and the next trap. He is very much so now looking forward to the third from last trap now. Riley stands next to the arrow can and fills again before releasing his volley that now kills 1 in 2 each arrow fired. Yet again he drains the can and begins his rinse and repeat process. Over and over he goes whittling the hordes numbers. Each trap wire smashing the numbers down. Riley giggles as he hops over the much awaited trap and turns to fire a few arrows. Moving slowly backwards Riley gets half a block from the horde when they hit the wire pulling two heavy weights onto a gas pedal of two large tow trucks making them rush into one another. The front two rows are crushed into gory paste and once the trucks reach the center a pin is pulled to the explosives in their beds blasting the trucks in a far to large explosion. Agony burns through Riley's mind.
A large piece of metal sent from the truck is embedded in Riley's calf. Dragging himself to his feet, Riley limps as fast as he can, passing the arrows as he tries desperately to create space between himself and the horde. But now the tables have turned for he is injured and scared and the ever tenacious dead are neither. The dead move voracious and eager gaining. Riley doesn't glance back he just hobbles on fighting the pain and terror as the sounds behind him grow louder. The next wire comes into view and Riley knows he isn't far enough from the horde to escape the blast even a little. As he reaches it his knife slides across the wire disarming it. "Fuck!" Riley shouts. Looking down at his leg Riley growls. Gritting his teeth Riley runs. Every step is like a flaming handful of ground glass and abuse on his limbs. But more importantly space is being made. Riley can rest later this pain is temporary but if they catch him it's over he thinks every step as he fights not to give in to the pain. Riley steps over the last wire and returns to his running; he knows he needs extra space to get into the bus. As he runs he thinks the whole way he can't go further and yet he does with every step he thinks he can't take another and yet he does. The bus comes into view. Riley runs up to the bus and leaps as best he can shakily pulling himself in. laying there in pain he reaches down and grips the metal finding it insultingly smaller than it feels and rips it free pulling meat with it. Panting he removes some fishing line and a hook always present in his jacket and begins the painful process of suturing his own leg. Riley stands shakily and retrieves a spear. "Alright you smelly dog shit dumpster baby fuck nosed twits!" Riley roars, driving the long rod into a skull and ripping it free. Over and over Riley strikes the dead killing over and over his rage fueled by his pain. The bodies pile higher and higher until the dead climb easily into the bus but by then it is far too late for them for, they face the ever evolving Riley. As the last zombie falls it drags Riley to the ground with it. Exhausted he falls into a deep sleep surrounded by his trophies of monstrosity and fear.
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